A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Chater 3 For as long as Benson could remember, Sierra had clung to him like glue, constantly meddling in his business. It was obvious that she adored him, but she always put on that aloof front, pretending she didn't care.

Her life was a quiet routine of reading, blending perfumes, playing the piano, and cooking-so dull, so lifeless.

Being around her felt suffocating like all the fun had been drained from his world. The only saving grace? She was obedient. There was no way she'd go through with breaking up.

She was just angry. Sierra had been mad at him before, plenty of times. He'd give her a small gift, toss out a few sweet words, and soon enough, she'd come running back to him with that same silly devotion.

"Just watch. Once this blows over, I'll send her a quick text. Next thing you know, she'll be at my place making me that special hangover remedy of hers. Women—you can't spoil them too much."

He spoke with utter confidence, certain she would never leave him. His self-satisfaction brought a lazy smirk to his lips.

"Damn, Benson! You've got your girl wrapped around your finger!"

"Honestly, I'm jealous. Even my housekeeper isn't as attentive as she is!"

Benson chuckled, draping an arm around Sophie's waist. "I'm in a good mood tonight. After we finish the cake, we'll head out for more fun. Tonight's on me—whatever you want."

out of the hotel, the blood from her wound had soaked through half of her white dress, and the

if they were watching a clown staggering through the streets. Tears spilled down her cheeks uncontrollably, and all she wanted

distracted was she by her anguish that she didn't even notice the man stepping into her

"Mr. Gray!"

stepped forward, ready to pull

the usual—a shameless attempt by yet another woman to throw

Adrian could intervene, the woman staggered back on her own and collapsed to the ground. He blinked, momentarily thrown off. Was this some

here! You were the one who ran into Mr. Gray!" Adrian snapped. Theo's sharp gaze shifted downward,

mean to,"

utterly drained, her limbs limp and unresponsive. Her vision wavered, dark spot flickering

eyes flickered with a sudden intensity. He stared at

for a

crouched down beside her and reached out and brushed her disheveled hair

dim glow spilling from the hotel entrance, her

voice resonant and smooth, like the lingering

lift her head, her vision hazy, as though she were staring at a